Barney's New York did an homage to Andy Warhol for their Xmas windows. Warhol was obbsessed with collecting cookie jars among other crockery and tons of other stuff. He squeezed a shopping expedition in most mornings before lunch. Stuart Pivar regularly flea-market shopped with Andy.

If I said that some object or other looked like junk to me, Andy would say,

"Oh really. See how much it is."

My street is now littered with old Xmas trees. Andy's Xmas tree here is covered with painted shoes. Andy was first of all a shoe illustrator early days...

Here young Andy, surrounded by early illustrations and of course a picture of Mom... Andy was always surrounded by his collections. He never threw anything away, and brought new meaning to the expression “born to shop.”

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I love your lovely blue paintings. They are so fresh. Your blog is a delight to read and keeps making me yearn for Paris. Oh well, perhaps when the Euro and the Dollar are not so far apart in value I will once again be in Paris. Then I will need a roster of all the tea and chocolate shops that you write about so that I can see the delights up close and sample a few as well. Keep writing and painting; you keep an old woman entertained.

Ilva,you're right, looking at this blog entry does make me feel happier also! :-)I encountered Andy last fall during an exhibition about psychedelic art at the Vienna Kunsthalle and hope to meet him again at the Albertina, soon (*rats* why's work always interfering with pleasure?).

I had the pleasure of attending the opening of the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh several years ago. I was forever impressed with the broad range of Warhol's paintings, though the media has concentrated a limited genre.

Hello. I really enjoyed what you wrote. I'm a big fan of Warhol from South Korea. And I'm a person who are fascinated by Paris. I'm so enjoying your blog. Thank you very much for making me remind the days in Paris and Warhol. :D

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l'Ile Saint Louis, Paris, Ile de France, France

Hi I'm Carol Gillott,
My Mom taught me watercolors at 5. I'm still at it, now tripping over cobblestones, living in a 6th-floor garret on l'Ile Saint-Louis, Paris. Read Parisbreakfast with a hot chocolate and croissant.
I paint Paris breakfasts.